"When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.”— Martin Amis, House of Meetings"
georgiabrokensmile:
An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but never be broken.
"They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other."
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vintageanchor:
“He couldn’t even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls."
"Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game."
"And your very flesh shall be a great poem."
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
Friedrich NietzscheGerman philosopher (1844 - 1900)(Source: descroissants)